Love and Sleep

Love and Sleep
            
            

          Lying asleep between the strokes of night
               I saw my love lean over my sad bed,
               Pale as the duskiest lily's leaf or head,
          Smooth-skinned and dark, with bare throat made to bite,
          Too wan for blushing and too warm for white,
               But perfect-coloured without white or red.
          And her lips opened amorously, and said -
          I wist not what, saving one word - Delight.

          And all her face was honey to my mouth,
               And all her body pasture to mine eyes;
                    The long lithe arms and hotter hands than fire
          The quivering flanks, hair smelling of the south,
               The bright light feet, the splendid supple thighs
                    And glittering eyelids of my soul's desire.